Friday, December 26, 2014

Age may be a number
but I'm starting to relate
to the digits that must lumber
down the sidewalk, through the gate
on the day when I will slumber
and finally be sedate
where nothing can encumber
what the void will liberate.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

The present can look pretty from the wrapping that's applied
the contents can sometimes be less so
regardless how you gild it, if there's emptiness inside
the future's bleak; give love to all you know.

***Best of the season to anyone who reads this, regardless what you celebrate do it with people that matter to you and enjoy!***

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Oh shadowy orb with rim afire
avatar of my desire
your iridescent charms ignite
renewed reflections on delight
an item too abstract to find
a feeling only in the mind
and though I can accept the truth
I often think of distant youth
when all I ever did was smile
oblivious to vicious vile
evil vermin of our race
that jeopardize our chance for grace
while way out there in space
that wandering vassal of the night
eludes the rising solar pyre

Sunday, December 14, 2014

The lushness of the lowlands has been slowly stripped away
as naked mothers comb the mist for children gone astray
the river's cold and sluggish as it crawls between the hills
but here on holy ground I seek relief for all my ills
and though I must admit that the horizon starts to fade
a fraction of my fervor keeps me somewhat unafraid.

Friday, December 12, 2014

I'm seldom in the mood
when I initially wake
for reality to intrude
but it seems I cannot shake
the duties I've accrued
was it all a big mistake?
I'm feeling slightly rude
steer clear for your own sake.

Tuesday, December 09, 2014

The moon drew nearer as I combed my hair
and skies for signs but none were there
and while I straightened out my part
it pulled on my entangled heart
which snarled into a painful knot
that deeply bothered me, but not
as much as staring at the breach
that keeps desire beyond my reach.

Sunday, December 07, 2014

December air is deceptively crisp
and yields a sky without a wisp
so you can watch the jets progress
as lines of white that coalesce
like magic in the blue expanse
and fade as fast as they advance
the same as we, the builders of
these steely steeds that streak above.

Friday, December 05, 2014

What have we gained from all of our clashes
an ocean of blood that's covered with ashes
and how do we shine despite dark desires
by borrowing light from elysian fires
when inspiration arrives in flashes
to anyone who aspires